A/N This is a poem about NaLu! It changes point of view halfway through but is still written in third person. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or any of the characters.
Red is the colour of his fire. The fire that makes her feel warm inside. It is the fire that makes her feel safe.
Red is the colour of his guild mark. The mark of Fairy Tail, which they are both a part of.
Red is the colour of roses. The roses he had given her a few days before. The roses that are on her desk in a vase.
Red is the colour of hunger. The hunger in his eyes when he fought.
Red is the colour of blood. The blood which he had spilt for others so many times. The blood he had spilt for her.
Red is the colour of power. The power Natsu possesses to take on any challenge. The colour that represented all his hard work and effort.
Red is the colour of passion. The passion which he displays for others. His passion towards everything he does.
Red is the colour of his lips. The lips she wants to place hers on. The lips she wants to kiss.
Red is the colour of danger. The danger of falling in love with him.
Red is the colour of love. The love she feels for Natsu. The indescribable feelings she possesses for him.
Red is the colour of his blush. The blush that always appears when they make eye contact.
Red is the colour of his heart. The heart that she knows, is beating for her. The heart that wants hers.
Red is the colour of his sweaty hand. The hand that reaches out for her's. The only hand, she will take.
Red is the colour of her hand. The colour it turns when she takes his.
Red is the colour of her heart. The heart that is full of hidden desires. The heart that flutters when he holds her hand.
Red is the colour of her blush. The blush she gets when he pulls her in close. The blush reddens when he strokes her hair.
Red is the colour of love. The love that Natsu cannot help but feel. The love that surrounds them like a blossom.
Red is the colour of danger. The danger of falling in love with her.
Red is the colour of her lips. The lips which she brushes ever so slightly over his. The lips that are soft and delicate.
Red is the colour of passion. The passionate look Lucy gives him. The passion Lucy kisses him with.
Red is the colour of power. The power and ferocity Lucy kisses him with. The power of her embrace with him.
Red is the colour of blood. The blood that her heart is pumping. The blood that is pure and rich.
Red is the colour of hunger. The hunger that she kisses him with. The hunger in her eyes for more.
Red is the colour of roses. The roses that he gave her the other day. The rose that she wears in her hair today.
Red is the colour of his guild mark. The mark that she traces with her forefinger fondly. The mark that they share.
Red is the colour of her fire. Her fire that burns in her heart. The fire she has yet to unleash. The fire that makes him uneasy. The only fire, that is brighter than his.